I took you in like a brother.
Even though you didn’t make the best decision in life.
I still took you in, feeling there was hope for you yet.
You’re constant bitchiness, and your amazing ability to get into conflict.
Almost makes me want to abandon you, like a parent who couldn’t handle their own child.
Yet I keep you around, praying there is still hope for you.
Years later, we are far apart and the only time I hear from you,
is when you need money.
No more do you call to see how I been.
No more do you ask to hangout.
Now I would do anything to make it right again.
Even when my mind says fuck it.
But my heart says fight it.
At the end of the day, I don’t know you anymore.